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Love Goes On
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Love Goes On

Inuyasha Fanfiction

By Kittyonnails
*****

Opening Theme: It�s All Been Done by The Barenaked Ladies

�I knew you before the fall of Rome,

And I begged you to let me take you home.

You were wrong, I was right

You said goodbye, I said goodnight.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-

It�s all been done, Whoo-hoo-hoo- It�s all been done,

Whoo-hoo-hoo- It�s all been done before�.�

*****

Tears were rising in those big amber eyes, so dear to her. Kagome hated to see the sadness and pain in that face. She could feel tears stinging her own eyes in response. Her heart tore at her chest, begging her to answer his pleas. All that was over now, they both knew that this was the only way. Kagome almost lost her resolve as her first love and best friend kissed her lightly goodbye with trembling lips. In silence they watched each other�s tears as she stepped backwards into the emptiness that would take her home, forever.

***

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

Kagome was pulled into a hazy consciousness and hit the snooze. Neither awake nor asleep it was as if Inuyasha were there with her, just outside her field of vision. She was 15 again, surrounded by the truest friends she had ever known, and near Inuyasha. The illusion began to fade. Street noises floated in through the windows as easily as the sunlight of the new day. Her bed was far too soft and warm to be mistaken for anything she�d slept on in the feudal era. She rolled her slim body to one side, feeling the cool dampness of tears on her pillow. Three years later and she still cried in her sleep whenever she dreamt of him, and Kagome dreamt of him more now than she had when their lives were tied so closely together. Somehow nothing in her adult life compared to what she�d had as a young girl; sense of purpose, a life of adventure, and an innocent love.

�Inuyasha.� she whispered into her pillow, squeezing out the last of the nights tears as her alarm clock called to her again. She drug her body out of the bed and pushed the blankets back into place halfheartedly. She had to get up and go to work.

�Kagome, have you seen my green shirt? I really wanted to wear it today.� Her roommate popped inside her bedroom, frowning as she scanned for the missing article.

�Yanna, you are way to awake for 5:15. Besides, didn�t you spill chocolate on it last time? Maybe it�s at the cleaners or something.� Yanna�s head disappeared from view, and Kagome followed her out of the room, heading for the shower. She slid open the door to the tiny room and was not exactly surprised to see a green blouse hanging on the towel bar.

�Yanna, it�s in here.� She called, pointing as Yanna retrieved her top. Kagome was never sure how she felt about her roommate. They were friends, but like all her friends there was a large part of Kagome that Yanna could never know. She sighed as she stepped into the comfort of her morning shower. The steam rose around her in the cramped space. Their apartment had no bath, just a toilet, sink, and tiny standing shower. Still it was better to be here in the cheap apartment she shared with her scatterbrained roommate than at home with her memories.

Not that she had escaped them completely. Kagome remembered those amber eyes as she lathered her hair. If he could have lived in her time, she would definitely still be at her ancestral home.
***

�This isn�t going to work, Kagome.� Inuyasha looked at her from puffy eyes. Somehow he seemed to get worse every day they spent in the present. Allergy medicines helped, and if his allergy to Tokyo�s pollution was the only problem, she wouldn�t be feeling the way she did. He wanted to go back, she knew he did even before he had asked to talk to her.

For over almost a year, Inuyasha had been living at the Higurashi shrine and trying to get some kind of a job. Any luck he had initially was gone now, and on top of his allergic reaction to the city�s pollution, the hubbub that she had grown up around set Inuyasha on edge every minute of every day. It seemed there was no way for them to make a life together in present day Tokyo, everything about the place disagreed with her already irritable lover.

They fought worse than ever most days, and she wasn�t the only person he�d gotten into fights with. Several attempts at getting Inuyasha employed had ended badly, making things more strained between them. Kagome knew her family was beginning to suffer too. Her Grandfather, who had welcomed Inuyasha enthusiastically, had begun to complain about how much it cost to feed him. Her mother flinched at every curse he threw at her during their fights, and Sota didn�t idolize him anymore.

Her dream of marrying Inuyasha and living together in her time seemed destined to fail. It didn�t help that Inuyasha refused to use the newly whole Shikon Jewel to become a human. Part of Kagome understood that Inuyasha was finally comfortable in his own skin, no small feat for someone like him. A greater part was hurt though, hurt that he would not change for her as he would have for Kikyou.

�I know� She answered miserably, looking away from him, �but how can I leave my family?� The next thing to try was living in Kaede�s village together, but Kagome was reluctant to commit to a life so far from her family. �They�ve supported us since the first time I went through the well, Inuyasha. We can�t just throw them out of our lives.� He frowned at her, a silly looking expression given his pink nose and watery eyes.

�We can still come back to see them, just like always. We just cant� live here with them� Kagome nodded, letting him take her hand in his, smiling despite her misgivings. Things had been better for everyone before Inuyasha had moved in. Perhaps a bit of distance would be for the best. Life in feudal times was hard, but not as hard as life without Inuyasha would be. Besides all that, she was sure that after a year in modern Japan Inuyasha would miss the convinces and luxuries of the future and decide to return.

***

�Kagome, hurry up! I use the bathroom too you know!� Yanna banged nosily at the door. Kagome shut the water off and wrapped herself in a towel. �It�s all yours Yanna.�

��Bout damn time. You asleep in there or something Kagome?� her roommate rolled her eyes as Kagome pushed past her in the small doorway.

�Sorry Yanna, I gotta hurry or I�m gonna be late!� Kagome wrapped the towel around her hair and started getting dressed. Yanna�s annoyed expression melted into a knowing smile.

�Yeah that�s right, your turn to make the coffee and tea. Your turn to be the first girl in the office, to get the chance to flirt with the doctors. Right Kagome? Better wear the matching bra and panties!�

Kagome blushed hard, �You know it�s nothing like that Yanna.� Her roommate ignored her, smiling wide and enjoying Kagome�s aggravated protests.

�So it�s not one of the doctors? It must be a customer then. Do you know how unprofessional it is do be involved with a customer, or a patent in your case. What would your boss Dr. Ito say? I would certainly never get involved with one of my customers.�

Kagome rubbed the towel roughly through her hair, trying to dry it out a bit more. �That�s because you work at the makeup counter. The only male customers you might be interested in already have girlfriends or wives, that�s who they�re buying makeup for! Gimme a break, Yanna.� She pushed past her friend, braiding her damp hair. �I need one of those clips.� She pointed.

�Besides, I can worry about marrying a doctor after I am one. Right now, I�m just at Dr. Ito�s for the experience. He�s one of the best psychiatrist�s around specializing in past life regression and therapy.�

Yanna was busy molding her hair into place with a rather large can of hairspray. She smiled at Kagome through the mirror.

�I know all that, what do you think Dr. Ito was in a past live? How about one of those stick bugs? He�s so scrawny!� Kagome smiled a bit.

�It�s more about past lives as other people, Yanna I�m going to be a doctor just like Dr. Ito and help people sort out their memories and troubles from previous existences.� Yanna Scrutinized her hairdo in the mirror and passed the hairspray to Kagome.

�You should have gotten married, you�ll never meet a man with the life you live. You�re so boring Kagome, you should come with me tomorrow night.� Kagome set the hairspray down and smoothed her hair, sighing at Yanna. She knew Yanna meant well, but no matter how many times she turned her friend down Yanna just didn�t get it.

�I can�t Yanna, I�m not ready for someone new.� Yanna smiled at her from the mirror. Kagome and Yanna had become friends in the accelerated high school program that Kagome had attended, since she had never made it to the tenth grade. Even the rigorous second chance high school was easy after that year of trying to finish middle school and defeat Naraku. Of course, it helped that she had waited until after Naraku�s defeat to even attempt more school. Ten hours a day seven days a week for six months Kagome and Yanna had studied side by side. In those days Inuyasha had been living at the Higurashi shrine with Kagome and her family. Yanna had even met him, but she had no idea about his hanyo heritage or the real reasons he and Kagome had broken off their engagement.

�I know, I know. It�s just that it�s been more than two years Kagome. I�m worried for your happiness.� Just then, Kagome caught sight of her watch.

�Oh! It�s almost six �o clock! Gotta run!� She called as she dashed for the doorway, pulling on her shoes and grabbing her purse. �Sorry Yanna, but I can�t be late! It�s my turn to make tea.�

***

�Good Morning Dr. Ito.� Kagome smiled brightly at her employer as he let himself in the small space of his offices. He smiled back at her, hanging his coat and hat on a hook just inside his private office.

�Would you like some tea?� Kagome gestured toward the tea she had just finished brewing, even though it was in another room and Dr. Ito nodded as he hung his jacket on a hook.

�That new patient is your first appointment, the one Dr. Miwa referred. Something with the courrier service got messed up and this didn�t arrive until last night. Bina signed for it, but I haven�t looked at it yet.� Dr. Ito nodded as she handed him the large envelope that contained Ichiro Fukunaga�s records. �He says that this guy�s been in and out of clinic�s for most of his life. He thinks it�s trauma from a past life, your specialty. Mostly, he just wants you to have a look and see if his hunch is right, but if it is he�ll probably pass it on to you completely.�

�Hmmn.� Dr. Ito frowned at the introductory letter on the front of the file. �Says here he�s troubled with severe bouts of depression, paranoia and violent mood swings. Miwa thinks it can be linked to memories of things that never actually happened. That�s pretty clear cut for someone who�s been struggling his whole life. This guy�s twenty-four, I would have expected him to be through all this by now if it really is based on trauma left from a former self.�

�Maybe he doesn�t realize that they aren�t his own memories.� Kagome suggested, as Dr. Ito continued to read the file.

Kagome left Dr. Ito�s office to get him a cup of tea from the lounge down the hall. None of the various small practices were open yet, but the doctors and some of their assistants were filtering in slowly, stopping at or coming back to, the lounge for the coffee and tea that was set out there every morning. Kagome smiled at her handiwork, she really was quite the domestic. The tea bags were arranged neatly next to the thermos that held the hot water. Beside it the coffee pots steamed both regular and decaf on the hotplate. She had laid out the cream and sugars neatly next to a plate of small fruit pastries she had baked the night before. Living with a girl like Yanna gave her precious little outlet for such talents. Kagome couldn�t help but think back to how hard won they were.

***
She was crying again, and trying so hard not to. Especially in front of Inuyasha. Paranoid as always he rushed from the doorway to her side, expecting a mortal wound or deadly disease.

�What�s the matter?� He asked, sniffing the air. Immediately he wrinkled his nose, no it was neither disease nor deadly injury.

�I burnt my hands again, and the rice and everything else is ruined too.� Kagome sobbed, holding out her blistered palms for him to see.

�We�re going to starve or live on other�s generosity all our lives, I�m so incompetent.� She waved her arms in a dramatic gesture, then flinched at the pain of her scorched palms. Inuyasha frowned mildly at her, looking as miserable as he�d ever seen her.

�It�ll be alright, Kagome. You don�t need to be much of a cook for my tastes, and we can always catch fish for dinner. Pickles too, those turned out, right?� He was trying to be patient with her troubles as she had tried with his. Still, she resented him his comfort in the midst of her depression. At least if he�d been upset she could have gotten mad instead of feeling like a worthless child. She was a nineteen year old woman, but she felt more useless than a child.

Their little farm had cost them 24,000 yen�s worth of rice, they had been able to get it so cheaply (and converted into modern yen) by purchasing the rice in her own time and using it to pay the taxes and dues needed to lease a small farm from the Hojo daimyo. Of course, it was registered in Miroku�s name since there was no way in all seven hells that any daimyo would lease any part of land to a hanyo like Inuyasha or to a woman.

Everything had been fine at first, Sango, Miroku and Shippo had all helped them get the farm started and to build their house, a little two-room shanty with a dirt floor entryway and a central hearth. It was no luxury home, but it was as nice as anything any of the other villagers owned. It had been hard work, but Sango had worked hard to teach Kagome what she needed to know about weaving cloth, baskets and sandals, about growing vegetables, cooking at the hearth, and all the other things she would need to do to keep up with their new farm. It was amazing to Kagome how much more there was to do when they stayed in one place instead of wandering the countryside.

Things had fallen apart once Sango had left, along with Miroku and Shippo, on a pilgrimage to Ise. She and Miroku were planning their own futures, and wanted to gain the luck and blessings that so many traveled to Amaratsu�s famous shrine for. Shippo had decide to accompany them under the pretext of protecting Sano from Miroku�s wandering hands, but everyone knew he was bored with the farm work and hungry for the adventures that travel promised. Now Kagome had to do it all alone. With Inuyasha in the fields all day it was lonely and difficult.

�I am useless here, and alone. There is no one but you who knows anything about who I truly am.� She could feel her tears building fast as she put her misery into words. Inuyasha smiled sadly at her.

�Truly, you are my love. Everyone knows that.� She could hear the husky bit of desire in his voice as if they could live on love until she mastered cooking.

�You will get it Kagome, you�ve conquered greater foes than a cooking hearth.� For the moment, she let herself melt to him. His uncharacteristic optimism drew her in and she could feel herself smiling.

***
He had been right, she had gotten the hang of cooking at that dammed hearth all day long, just so they could feed themselves. The experience made cooking at her stove and oven a joy. Nothing so delicious could have ever been concocted in that hut. Kagome pressed the valve on the thermos and filled a cup with hot water for Dr. Ito, then set one of the little pastries on a napkin and carried them both back to the little office where she worked.
****
Eight o� clock sharp the bell on the door chimed and Kagome looked up from her seat at the reception desk. A dark haired young man stepped inside and scanned the room, freezing as his eyes fell upon her. This, she thought to herself, must be Ichiro Fukunaga. He was looking at her like he�d just seen a ghost. Kagome smiled to try and put him at ease, he seemed awfully nervous for someone who had been in and out of psychiatric clinics his whole life.

�You�re Fukunaga, here to see Dr. Ito?� she smiled wide at him and gestured to the sign-in sheet on the front of the desk. �Just put your name here-�

�Kagome.� he was still starring at her, but the look in his eyes had changed from one of shock to one of confusion and hope. Something about it made Kagome uncomfortable, but it was also strangely familiar.

�Yes, Kagome.� She nodded and pointed to the nameplate on her desk. Ichiro seemed to notice it for the first time and looked disappointed. He looked from it to her face as if he wasn�t sure they were real. Then he signed the sheet.

�Go right in.� Kagome gestured to a door left of her desk, still smiling at him. There was something about Ichiro that made Kagome both comfortable and uncomfortable all at once.

Really, she thought to herself, it�s nothing. There was something in those eyes that Kagome shied away from. She smiled as she watched him disappear behind the door. Perhaps it was Kouga he reminded her of, with his endless confidence and handsome dark hair and eyes.

She wondered, if Dr. Ito was going to find that he was indeed suffering from trauma from a past life or lives. Maybe he had been someone she had known in the Sengoku period, that would explain why he seemed familiar to her, and why he had stopped short at the sight of her. Much as he reminded her of Kouga, that couldn�t be it. Kouga was a demon, and as such he had no soul to reincarnate. Kagome sighed, maybe he had been Miroku, that would certainly explain his flirtatious nature. Still, that didn�t sit quite right either. She was under the impression that a person strongly resembled their former self, and she knew no one who looked like Ichiro.

Kagome shrugged off the circling thoughts and went back to work. She had a lot of calls to make, getting records transferred for patients. She had just dialed the first number when a horrible tortured scream caught her. She hung up and flew at the door, God only knew what was going on inside. Kagome had never heard anything like it in her own time.

Dr. Ito was on his feet, trying to comfort Ichiro, he looked up at Kagome and she saw the concern in his face melt into a confident smile. Clearly, he wanted her to think he had everything under control.

�Dr. Miwa was right, but don�t worry, he�s not really hurt. It�s all in memory.�

Kagome nodded blankly, staring at Ichiro as he clutched at his chest. It seemed he was putting pressure on a remembered wound. He scanned the room, seeming to see things she couldn�t until his eyes fell on her.

�Kagome!� He called to her, �What�re you doing here?� He staggered to his feet as though injured and took a single stumbling step toward her, reaching out with one hand, as he put pressure on his remembered wound with the other.

Dr. Ito nodded to her and she did as he asked, shutting the door behind her. She went back to her desk and decided to do some data entry instead, pulling out a stack of referrals. Kagome wondered what it was like to remember a previous life so vividly. She knew of her previous existence only because she had loved the man who had loved her then, rivaled her even. There had been an energy in that room, strangely familiar. It was the same feeling she got when she was near Kikyou. As if some part of herself was standing in front of her. One thing was for certain, Ichiro Fukunaga was suffering from something that had happened to him in another lifetime.
Almost an hour and a half later, Ichiro emerged from Dr. Ito�s office smiling. Kagome sighed to herself, at least the regression hadn�t upset him. Sometimes patients would get very disturbed by the memories that weren�t theirs.

�You know, I�ve always thought I was remembering for someone else. Guess I was right.� He was all smiles and celebration as he sauntered up to the window in front of her desk. He leaned on it casually.

�I do hope I had a happy ending, but I doubt it. Somehow I never remember that part. Injured often enough, but no memories of dying. D�you think that�s odd, Kagome?� He addressed her in a very informal manner, as if they were old buddies. She just smiled politely.

�I�m sure I wouldn�t know. What does Dr. Ito say about it?�

�That if you are free tonight you should have dinner with me.� Kagome�s jaw dropped in surprise. She certainly hadn�t seen that coming, but she recovered quickly. She was curious about him, but it would be extremely unprofessional to accept, and her curiosity would be satisfied once she sat down to discuss the case with Dr. Ito.

�I�m sorry Ichiro, but I�m not free tonight. I have classes, and Kyudo practice.� He nodded, his smiled steady. Surely he expected her to reject him.

�Well, another time then.� He patted her desk and waved her goodbye as he left the office.

Kagome watched him go, wondering at how he could be so cheerful after such an episode.

The bell rang on the door and she smiled as she greeted Dr. Ito�s next appointment. With Ichiro gone, it was just another day at work.
****
Kagome hadn�t lied when she had told Ichiro she was too busy for a date. She did indeed have classes and kyuudo practice that night. Kagome scolded herself for thinking of him as she dressed for her practice. Almost daily she would go to the archery range after work and school.

The practice of Kyudo was her haven. A perfect melding of her own time and the one she had left behind. In Kyudo she needn�t worry about any of the complications that plagued her life; no pass or fail, no love or hate, no good or evil, no past or present, no heartbreak or regret. All that mattered were the movements, the bow, arrow, and the target.

Bullseye.

She was deadly accurate these days, but she was shooting stationary targets with simple arrows. The satisfaction wasn�t there, not like it had been. Kagome squinted down the shaft of her arrow, remembering old battles and the addictive thrill of striking her opponent, defeating evil. Something inside her hungered for her old life. If only she could have it back.

Not even a return to the feudal era could give her back what she wanted. Kagome had learned that plainly enough. Now here she was trying to replace the thrill of battle with the comforts of modern life. She silently cursed herself as she loosed another arrow into the hapless target.

Bullseye.

***
Kagome watched him glare at her, slumped over in the grass with his legs crossed and his arms akimbo he looked like a package tied up in bright red cloth topped with that wild and silvery hair. She returned his glare, wanting to communicate her displeasure expressly. This was just another leg of the fight they couldn�t seem to resolve.

�You�re still unhappy.� Inuyasha accused.

�Of course I am. What kind of life is this anyway?� Kagome felt the familiar anger rise. It didn�t seem to matter what he did, anything could summon her temper. Patient or impatient, gentle or rough, he could not please her. They both knew it, but neither of them understood it.

�This is what you said you wanted. You said that the village was too quiet and peaceful, you wanted to live in the woods like we used to. Now, here we are, no house or farm, just us in the woods and you�re still unhappy.� He was angry too. It was unfair to him, Kagome knew he had been unnaturally happy on their little farm and now it sat unattended as they camped a few miles away.

�You just don�t know what you want. You probably want to go to Ise with Sango and Miroku. Stupid woman, don�t even know your own mind.� He grumbled at her, looking to the east toward the farm rather than at her. Somehow, Kagome just didn�t have the patience for his rude quips that she used to. His attitude just made her angry.

�Or is the farm too much work for you. You want to go back to your books, how�d I end up with such a lazy woman anyway?� He was drawing her out, this is how it had been ever since Miroku and Sango had left. It was just like the old days in a bitterly ironic way.

Inuyasha would sneer at her, cursing and saying hurtful things and she would rise to every challenge. Kagome knew, both from instinct and experience, that patience and gentleness were the weapons he had no defense against. She knew that fighting with him would never solve their problems, but she could not keep her peace.

Naraku was defeated, they had saved the world and this bitterly tough life of a Sengoku-period peasant was to be her reward? They paid outrageous taxes to the daimyo, Hojo Soun, ironically an ancestor of the boy who had once followed her around like a puppy. Was she wrong to think she deserved better?

There was something missing between them, she felt it as surely as she had felt shards of the Shikon Jewel. After a year of trying out various lifestyles in her own time, and another year here in the feudal era, Kagome was at a loss as to what it might be. She looked at him, forcing her anger down. It was like swallowing her own vomit. When had it become so hard to let his shit slide? She wondered.

�You�re right. I can�t be happy here. I�m not meant to live in this time, it seems like now that my mission is complete I should go home, to my own time.� She looked away from him, staring at the various weeds and grasses growing on the forest floor. When he didn�t respond immediately, she looked up. Kagome had expected another snotty remark or some cursing, but not silence. He must agree, she thought.

For some reason, Inuyasha was at his loveliest when he was peacefully sad. Kagome felt her heart soften and leap to him as she watched Inuyasha consider her words. It meant that she would leave, and he would stay. This love they had forged together was meaningless and would be abandoned. She would leave him alone, as she had found him so many years ago.

�You can�t be happy with me.� he didn�t look at her. Kagome didn�t answer.

�I love you, Kagome. I want you to be happy, but I want you to be happy with me. I don�t understand what it is in that fucking present of yours that you love so damn dearly. What do you even have there? You gave up that danm school of yours years ago.� He looked up at her, �What do you have there?� He shouted the question, hurt coloring his voice.

Kagome felt her anger again and let it come, splashing through her mind and coloring her vision with self-righteousness. She hated that she�d given up high school, and it seemed that she should never have done it. What had he given up for her? Not a damn thing!

�I have a family who loves me and friends and a future of doing more than scrubbing pots and floors and vegetables! What do I have here?!� She shouted, �Nothing!� she threw up her hands, gesturing angrily to the campfire and backpack; their only possessions. �And no mission, no work that does anything but feed your face and keep you warm. I want to be more than your personal serving girl, Inuyasha! I have nothing here!�

�You have me.� Inuyasha replied darkly, folding his arms into his sleeves and starring at her, daring her to deny him.

Kagome felt her will cave instantly, her heart and mind were all knotted up. The last thing she wanted to do was to hurt Inuyasha, but it didn�t seem she had the choice. After all that had been between them, she could not surrender her life to him. She was only nineteen, she wasn�t ready to give up on adventure and settle down. Her adventure in the feudal era was over, and although she still loved Inuyasha, she knew that there were many adventures waiting for her in her own time.

The anger had drained from her and she felt hollow and weak without it. As sure as she was that she could not stay with him in the Sengoku period, Kagome could not deny her urge to wrap herself in those strong arms and cry against Inuyasha�s chest. She kept to herself though, she knew he would not follow her into the future again and Kagome would not be able to cry on those strong shoulders anymore.

�It�s not enough.� She sobbed meekly, hiding her face in her hands.

***

Kagome pressed her forefinger and thumb between her eyes, rubbing up to her eyebrows. The memories were strong today. Her memories of Inuyasha seemed to push her forward and hold her back simultaneously. Her undying love for him threatened to drag her back into the feudal era with thoughts of having a family, but her desires at their parting pushed her on into her chosen future.

For now, her life was mundane, but Kagome was saving her money. She wanted to see the world and to help people too. She really admired what Dr. Ito did and getting to work with him while she attended college was like a dream come true. When she finished her degree she would be able to help people come to terms with their past selves, and the job would include lots of travel. Kagome was passionate about her chosen career, she was certain it would be a more rewarding life than she could have had with Inuyasha.

Kagome looked up at the target she had been using. She was doing well, but the onslaught of memory was taking the satisfaction out of it. Time to quit, she decided.
No regret. Kagome reminded herself as she stepped out into the chill air of the eleventh month. That was her mantra whenever she thought of how they had parted. No regret, she had made her choice and was going to go on living. She was going to do something interesting with her life, and she was going to do it in her own time. She must have been born in the twentieth century for a reason.

�Kikyou was a master archer.� The solidness of the memory stopped Kagome dead in her tracks. The city bustled around her as time seemed to freeze in the cold air. It was as if she had actually heard him, like he was standing behind her. Kagome felt her heart contort inside her, confused with hope and dread. Why would Inuyasha be standing in Tokyo after years of keeping away?

�I don�t remember you being so good though, Kagome.� Her heart leapt back into it�s beat as she realized that it wasn�t Inuyasha�s voice. She spun around and found Ichiro starring at her from between a knitted scarf and cap.

�What do you mean Kikyou?� she asked, feeling her cheeks tingle as a blush warmed her chilled skin. Could he really be someone from her past who remembered her poor archery?

He shrugged, �Just someone else�s memories. Wish I knew.� And he walked away, disappearing into the crowd of pedestrians before Kagome had the chance to ask any more questions.
Kikyou? It was just too much, she had to know what it was Ichiro saw when he was regressed. Kagome smiled at the night watchman as she showed him her employee ID.

�I was in here to make tea and coffee this morning and I forgot my plate, I just need to go and get it.� It wasn�t a total lie, but before her run in with Ichiro she�d intended on just getting the dish in the morning. The guard let her in though, and she shook the cold off in a shudder as she pressed the elevator button and smiled self-consciously at the night watchman.

Floor three, and she used her own keys to unlock the entrance to Dr. Ito�s office. The files were stored behind her desk in a large wall of filing cabinets. With only the lights behind her desk lit, the waiting room looked strange. Kagome pulled out one drawer and found the large folder labeled, �Fukunaga Ichiro�.

Impatient, she opened the file and began reading Dr. Ito�s handwriting.

�patient has had several episodes during which he has remembered the life of a rouge during the 1500�s, calling himself by the nickname Inu-Yasha. In one regression�

*****
Ending Theme: Lovers In A Dangerous Time by The Barenaked Ladies

�The hours grow shorter as the days go by,

Never get to stop and open our eyes.

One minute you�re waiting for the sky to fall,

And next you�re dazzled by the beauty of it all.

Lovers in a dangerous time,

Lovers in a dangerous time.

These fragile bodies of touch and taste,

This fragrant skin this hair like lace.

The spirit�s open to a thrust of grace,

Never a breath you can afford to waste.

Lovers in a dangerous time,

Lovers in a dangerous time��
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Love Goes On	By : kittyonnails Category: InuYasha > General Views: 1198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Love Goes On